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How do the grans take to her?" Marian and Mrs. Hunt always spoke of Mr. and Mrs. Otway as the grans. "They like her," returned Marian between bites of cookie. "She is perfectly fine, Mrs. Hunt, and she's got a little sister just my age; her name's Martha, but they call her Patty, and she's going to write to me, and, oh, Mrs. Hunt, I have a secret to tell you, but you mustn't breathe it.
The opening with the description of the lark is famous Quant vey la lauzeta mover De joi sas alas contral rai, que s'oblida e·s laissa cazer per la doussor qu'al cor li vai, ai! tan grans enveia m'en ve de cui qu'eu veya jauzion! meravilhas ai, quar desse lo cor de dezirier no·m fon.
"Thanks, Signor," answered Montreal, maliciously, "but I, also, perhaps, have my own affairs to watch over. Adieu! I shall seek you at the earliest occasion. Fair night, and gentle dreams! 'Robers Bertrams qui estoit tors Mais a ceval estoit mult fors Cil avoit o lui grans effors Multi ot 'homes per lui mors."
Mas grans paors m'o tol e grans temensa, Qu'ieu non aus dir, dona, qu'ieu chant de vos. "But great fear and great apprehension comes upon me, so that I dare not tell you, lady, that it is I who sing of you." Arnaut seems to have introduced a new poetical genre into Provençal literature, the love-letter.
It took only a short time for Marian and her father to become great chums, and they had many good times together sharing many secrets which they did not tell the grans. Miss Dorothy did not go home very often during the winter, so on Saturdays and Sundays when her father came home from Revell, Marian took many pleasant walks with the two.
"Oh, but I do think things count, and Miss Dorothy, you won't tell if I ask him not to send me money." "Not money? I think that it's rather a nice thing to have, for then you can buy whatever you like." "You couldn't if you were I." "Why not?" "Because. You won't say anything about it to the grans?" Marian's voice dropped to a whisper.
Beyond that nothing of much consequence was decided at that time. Patty and Marian were jubilant over the arrangement. "Perhaps you will come here to live some day," Patty said to her friend. "I wish I could," said Marian. "Do you think papa will need me more than the grans, Patty?"
"I guess I won't go into the sculping business, for I find I'm no hand at making figgers." But Marian was as delighted with these as if they had been perfect and bore them with the rest of her things to show Mrs. Hunt. Her grans had smiled indulgently when she showed her stocking, but had not seemed to think very much of it. Mrs.
"Shall you show your grans the photographs, and the one of him?" asked Patty. "Yes," returned Marian thoughtfully, "Miss Dorothy thinks I ought to, and that I shall have to tell about my writing to him. I think grandma will be glad, and maybe grandpa will be, too, though he won't say so." Miss Dorothy overhearing this wise remark, smiled. She quite believed that both Mr. and Mrs.
The photographs were sent off a good three weeks before Christmas, and a duplicate set was made for the grans as well as one for Mrs. Hunt. "For," said Marian, "if the grans don't care about Christmas gifts, I do, and I like to give." As for Miss Dorothy and Patty, Marian was at her wits' end to know what to bestow upon them. She consulted Miss Dorothy as to Patty.
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